When Richie came over a week later, Laura met him at the door and I made myself scarce, watching TV. She asked him if he were nervous and he said, "Me...nervous? I'm not nervous. My knees want to buckle under me." She liked that a lot. She grabbed his hand and said, "Come on in," and sure enough, he had the magic papers that said that he was clean as a whistle. Well, she was real slow guiding him into the bedroom and shutting the door behind them. Whatever was going on, it took a long time. He. But he said I looked so pretty and vulnerable lying there that he couldn’t help himself. Now he loves the taste and texture of black men’s cum, and he cleans me up whenever he can after I fuck black men.John is one year older than me, and after college he joined the Army as an enlisted man. I finished college, still regularly fucking those black football players. We were married after I graduated. We moved many times, and I always enjoyed finding young, black Privates to fuck at all our bases.. How many times do I have to tell you?”I swallowed, the wine finally overcoming my natural shyness, and banishing the nerves.“I think you’re incredibly attractive, Mrs—Catherine.”She gave me a weak smile.“Do you, Michael? It’s so nice of you to say.”“I mean it, Catherine. You look—simply stunning!”She gave an exasperated sigh.“Then there must be something we can do to—to rectify our mutual needs. What do you think, Michael?”My heart stopped. Did she mean what I thought she meant?She looked down.. In the dining room, Jacques Mirabeau, Maestro and premier chef of Cafe' Rousseau leaned over between two men sitting at the table by the front window. One was a local, a regular customer of the chef's acquaintance, but the other was an impeccably dressed young man from out-of-country."Maestro, this fine gentleman, Don Mantegna has been enquiring about our local truffles, and whom he might engage in their procurement," said the local diner to the chef."Ahhh, the black diamonds? Puissard! Send.